Hooray First of May
Hooray! First of May!
We knew it was coming, a ritual Dad
Performed once-a-year, still
I always sensed the moment, when we
Were a captive audience, he would
Strike! the air would fairly Çrackle!
Me, my brother & sister would stiffen
In preparation to cringe! acting cool,
While our minds were clawing at the
Car windows
(a favorite spot for him to drop-it)
Mom would blush and feign shock,
While slinging a "soldier boy" (he was)
Glance his way, eye contact
Accomplished...
Ones thoughts would wander, shiver &
Shudder!
"Hooray! first of May! outdoor sex begins
Today!"
The routine changed in timbre & timing
As years moved on, but Dad's spirit never
Wavered...gallant and brave, a true
Gentleman, pirate-to-the-core!
I'll place my daily-am phone call to Mom
After inking this poem, she'll be expecting
It, I won't let her down! a toast to the
Greatest camp-master I ever knew!
Mom'll still laugh a bit! & we'll recount
Dad's bold & brazen yearly declaration!
I hope
Many more times
05/01/19
6:19am
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